I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.
Death is as much a part of life as living is.
In nature, in relationships, and in dreams there comes a time to make peace with what is and be willing to start a new chapter.
There is beauty in its finality and hope in its expression.
the storm.A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
One of my favorite things about summer is the storms that roll through late in the day.
The sun slips towards the horizon amidst the backdrop of a fast flowing river and I think to myself…the calm before the storm.
The perfect time for long exposure tripod shots.
The heady scent of rain mixes with cloud to cloud lightning and the trees dance.
I shoot until the rain begins to soak through my clothes and only then do I seek shelter.
I dry off and think about the storms that the upcoming week will bring…
needs to know.
Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.
How much do we really know and how much is completely beyond our control?
Does the image speak louder than the words do or can the words be believed over involuntary reflexes?
Are the eyes really the window to the soul?
I think they might be.
will soon begin.What’s old collapses, times change, and new life blossoms in the ruins.
This beautiful nest lies just outside my bedroom window nestled in a cedar tree.
It reminds me that no matter how complicated things become, life goes on as usual in the background.
Find joy in every day. Don’t wish the trying times away, they are just as important to feel as the good times.
that grounds you.
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it “the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.”
Edgar Allen Poe
It’s believed in Celtic tradition that natural objects such as a stone can anchor a thought.
Much like an altar can be a sacred place for prayer this same idea exists for me within the sacredness of natural places.
I’ve photographed at this location many times, at all hours of the day and night, and there’s something calming and centering about being there.
Magic really and all the better when shared…
through the trees.The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keep out the joy.